I am gentle with you

I am gentle with you
as with bees
the sharp smell of flowers
I am kind to you
as to the bird's tired wings
a swinging branch
as gold
I fall on your lids
with a smile
I chase away thoughts - stinging wasps
this night
has given you to me
the vast night
with my hair strewn in disorder over canvass
you are
clear like the moon
you shine
in my cold sky
I pray to you
what religion is this
where they worship the lips
of the curved god of dawns
ah religion
magnificent blasphemers
we are to one another
a closed four-cornered world